Treaty 13

Hey quake that greeted the sudden why to pengupinganku-prone and my heart went along so listen, my heart is so empty face a thunderous one-fifth night, which passed between the Sabbath and Munday. Hey violent earthquake that touched the burning map of faith disturbing tasik inginku quiet until the moment so it rippled, then swirl to form letters-letters and terbacalah word either.

I'm here, still here, diselongsongi thousand either. Somehow there is doubt that there would be a teacher who seemingly did not want to Munday monday so a wheel that feels secant time off from its axis. Should questions get answered students should hidir always without burning or should I burn in a blazing sea of ??challenging the patience of the deepest ever had in humanity. Is there really a promise that has always kept a curse as well exist treacherous favors expectations are unattainable.

I'm here in my heart, wants to be so sincere and straight, not moving, strong and tightly embraced the stake supporting the strains of conscience. Is there a heart just like a train, back and forth delivering the hope of piercing or anxiety-dived immanence. I here demanded a necessity without tolerance, unconditional obligation, humanity without any eye color, wordless poetry, prose without a story.

But O the earthquake, I'm here and still be here, not going anywhere, shut all the doors, but on behalf of the necessity and propriety will be opened for those who come to visit, which would dwelt with sincere and straight.

Yes, I'm still here.


Jakarta, 2010